Master is dedicated to playing the villain

The deceased has passed away, and the mourning is changing.

Vientiane Zongzun Hall.

Dou Shixiao slumped back to the high chair, looking at the hairpin in his palm, scenes of the past flashed into his mind——

At the funeral of the former Tianshu, the young Jiang Jin was dressed in mourning clothes, with a straight and slender back, looking lonely and small in front of the huge mourning hall.

After presiding over the ceremony, the master of ceremonies immediately took over the imperial edict, and said to Jiang Jin, who was kneeling in front of the coffin in a daze, "Young master, it's time to accept the edict."

But the boy's dark gray pupils remained motionless, he just looked straight at the coffin in front of the coffin, and said dully: "Isn't Grandpa Tianshu? Why did Tianshu die?"

This sound broke the silence of the scene.

The servant behind him quickly knelt down and crawled forward, "Young master, Tianshu's succession cannot be delayed for a moment."

The blond boy looked at the scroll handed in front of him, shook his head and said, "I don't want it." After he finished speaking, he turned to look at a young man in green shirt who was kneeling at the guest table, "Dou Shixiao, didn't you say that I have high qualifications? Can you enter the Wanxiang sect, can I be your junior brother?"

Hearing this, Dou Shixiao raised his head slowly. The boy's starry eyes were shining brightly, revealing determination and sternness, but when he looked at Jiang Jin, there was a trace of gentleness.

He didn't look at him, just stood up, walked in front of Jiang Jin, then knelt down on one knee, and when he looked at Jiang Jin, a green peak-like youth was reflected in the other's gray eyes.

"The human world cannot live without Tianshu." Although his voice was youthful, it was very deep and steady, which made people feel at ease.

"But I can obviously go to the spiritual world." Jiang Jin stretched out her hand, and carefully squeezed the other party's sleeve on her knee. "I can practice with you."

The arrow sleeves were tight and there was not much room to pull them, so the other party just pinched the white edge of the cuff very slightly, and it fell into Dou Shixiao's eyes, and the slender jade fingers swept over the neat white edge, as if they were brushing against his waist. heart.

His eyes dimmed, and he pressed his lips and said: "The mission of Tianshu involves the safety of the human world. If you want to practice, it's the same wherever you are."

Jiang Jin looked over disappointed.

The young man is too beautiful, with this sad look sweeping away, I don't know how many sentient beings will be turned upside down.

Dou Shixiao's pupils trembled.

At the same time, a clear voice rang in his ears, with a hint of grievance, "But grandpa, and great-grandfather, so many celestial pivots in our ancestors, none of them lived to be three hundred years old."

When the young man said, he looked at the half-closed coffin on the steps, "Three hundred years old. For you people in the spiritual world, it's just too late."

"Dou Shixiao, my hair was all gray back then, and you were still young, how could I see you?"

Dou Shixiao's brows slowly wrinkled, his eyes full of distress.

For a moment, he wanted to just grab the young man and lead him out of this suffocating mourning hall, out of the prison-like palace of the pope, back to the Wanxiang sect, or to the ends of the earth.

Anything is fine, don't be this Tianshu.

The burden of the human world is too heavy, how can the boy's slender shoulders bear it?

But in the end, he just held the young man's four fingers with his backhand, and at the same time took off the white jade hairpin on his head, put it in the opponent's palm, and curled his four fingers, holding the hairpin tightly through the cool back of the opponent's hand , "I promise you, I will definitely find a way to live forever, I will guard you forever and ever, okay?"

Jiang Jin stared straight at him with her beautiful gray eyes, and after a long time, she finally let out a soft sigh from her slender lips.

The young man withdrew his hand and shook the jade hairpin in his palm, "You just rely on me to like you."

After saying those words, the young man raised his arms and took the scroll on which the destiny was written from the master of ceremonies.

Lu Zun hurried back to the sect, and after stepping into the main hall, he raised his eyes to see Dou Shixiao sitting in the hall, looking at the jade hairpin in his palm in a daze.

"Boss, what do you mean! Didn't Xiaowu take revenge?"

Hearing this sound, Dou Shixiao raised his head to look at the person who came, his face was as gloomy as water.

For a moment, Lu Zun felt that the other party seemed to be much older, and he was no longer a young man.

Dou Shixiao calmly said to himself, "Avenge Xiao Wu... Indeed, he should seek revenge from me."

"Boss..." Lu Zun's eyes widened and his breathing became short of breath, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Lu Zun said anxiously: "Boss, I know that you have a very close relationship with Tianshu, but you can't be confused about this matter!"

Dou Shixiao's old and dejected eyes swept over, making Lu Zun's heart tremble.

"Jiang Jin, Xiao Wu was not killed."

"Why do you say that?" Lu Zun stepped forward in two steps, "Just because of Jiang Jin's sophistry?"

Dou Shixiao looked down at Yuhan, "Because he promised me something, and never broke his promise."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Zun, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly, "Third brother, brother...wrong."

Looking at his expression, Li Zun felt a strong ominous premonition, and his intuition told him that what the other party would say next was definitely not what he wanted to hear, but in order to find out the truth, he still summoned up his courage and trembled. The voice asked, "Boss, what did you do?"

..

Qiu Wanxuan frowned as she looked at the clothes held in front of her attendants.

The material of the clothing is plain white. The skirt, cuffs and hem are all embroidered with flowing cloud patterns with gold-woven dark threads. It looks simple and solemn, but also low-key and restrained. The available materials are very valuable at first glance. The outer fabric is as thin as a cicada's wing. The inside is plain brocade satin, which is covered under the outer gauze, and a little brilliance is faintly revealed from the bottom of the gauze.

The most important thing is that on top of the neatly stacked heavy clothes, there is a high-winged silver crown woven with very thin silver thread and peacock silk.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the style he used to use. Apart from the expensive materials, the craftsmanship is much more complicated.

The attendant bowed his head and said respectfully: "Please hurry up and put on the fairy master. This time, it is a feast for the Lord of the Demon Realm. The Lord said that the occasion is unusual and needs to be more solemn."

Qiu Wanxuan said in a deep voice, "I'm not the Yaozu, nor his staff, so it's inconvenient to participate."

What does this diplomatic occasion have to do with him?

"But the lord said that you must be present, and Lord Mozun also said that you are his staff, so it is necessary to participate."

Qiu Wanxuan: ..

He glanced down at his clothes and spread his hands, "Can't I just change it?" He was wearing the most common material, which was in line with his status as a casual cultivator in white clothes.

The attendant glanced at him, concealed his smile, lowered his eyes again, and remained silent.

Qiu Wanxuan understood it, it was despising him.

Mo Ling urged with the mentality of watching the show: "Change, you will definitely look good in it."

..never mind.

Although he knew exactly what Xia Churan meant by giving him such a crown, but now he was living outside the sect, and he really didn't have a decent uniform.

With that in mind, he took the silver crown with a complicated look on his face.

In the Hall of Xunlong, the elders of the Yuzu tribe were busy setting up the banquet. This time he volunteered to host the banquet, just to win back a little favorability in front of the Lord, and let all the tribes see that their Yuzu tribe is still very popular. of.

The beauty sent back last time was torn off in public, making him unable to hold his head up in front of his clansmen.

This time, he managed to find all kinds of beauties to act as attendants. Once one of them fell into the Lord's eyes, their position in the Shark Clan would be stabilized.

If Jian Zun doesn't like that, he casts a wide net, all kinds of styles are the same, there is always someone he likes, right?

He thought proudly, and actively called the attendants to arrange the venue.

Until everyone was seated, the beauties he arranged shuttled through the banquet like flowing water.

He originally thought that his strategy was foolproof, that there would always be someone who could win the favor of the two lords, but unexpectedly, the two high-ranking people not only didn't take a second look at these beauties, but even the atmosphere between them was indifferent, even though they sat side by side , but didn't even make eye contact, let alone dialogue.

The air pressure is scary.

Even the other elders who were sitting far below the steps felt it.

What about the banquet?What's with this chilling atmosphere?

Yin Zhou squinted his eyes, held up the wine glass in front of him and sneered, "Why do you need to do this superficial work, just get what you need."

Xia Churan sat at the single table next to him, his eyes were cold, "Naturally, it's a reciprocity, thank you Mozun for giving me the sword." He emphasized the word "gifting the sword".

In fact, both of them knew in their hearts that these were all for outsiders to see, and the two worlds of monsters and monsters would join forces, and they would definitely add another fire to the world's turbulent voices.

Yin Zhou ignored Xia Churan's sarcasm, and looked coldly at the coy fox demon who was scurrying around in front of him, pouring wine and adding vegetables, glanced at Xia Churan, and sarcastically returned: " You monster races like this? It’s really tasteless.”

Seeing this, Xia Churan frowned, and looked across at the smiling elders of the Shark Clan.

The latter was taken aback by his stare.

What, don't you like this?

He hastily and quietly waved his hand, signaling the fox demon to leave.

Then, Yishui's cool beauty was replaced.

He doesn't like it if he has a flirtatious heart, he probably likes this kind of beauty, it doesn't matter, he has all kinds of beauties.

Unexpectedly, Xia Churan's complexion became even darker, and he warned coldly: "Don't do anything unnecessary."

Hearing this sentence, the elder of the Shark Clan blinked blankly, what, wrong again?

At this time, a person walked in from outside the hall, and walked slowly along the complicated carpets that were laid from the higher steps.

The man was slim and tall, with a silver crown on his head, and a white shirt. When he walked around, he looked like a bamboo, like a millstone.Looking bright and clear, like a spring breeze.

The skirt of the robe vaguely swayed and slowly reflected the stars, and through the outermost layer of tulle, the light was softened and made more moist.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and their gazes cast over.

Someone lowered their voice and sighed, "It should be said that people rely on clothes."

"That's called temperament. Changing someone else might not be able to support this suit."

The officials whispered among themselves: "But isn't Bai Xuan imprisoned? The Lord just said to let him fend for himself, why is this..."

"You don't understand this. If you do something wrong, you have to be punished, but it can't be too much. A small punishment is enough. This is what makes the boudoir interesting."

"Oh!" The listener suddenly realized, "As expected of the Lord!"

Qiu Wanxuan came to the steps, and after a decent salute, she raised her eyes and saw two eyes that couldn't be ignored.

The red flames in Xia Churan's eyes were burning, but his usually stern eyes were full of joy at this moment.

Qiu Wanxuan was not happy when she received such gaze.In Xia Churan's eyes, does he look more like a fairy brother now?Is it Bai Xuan that the other party sees, or Brother Immortal?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and his brows were furrowed.

On the other side, Yin Zhou also looked over in a daze, a familiar figure flashed in his pupils, his eyes trembled, and he clenched his fists calmly.

Xia Churan's brows and eyes were gentle, she got up and walked down the steps step by step, stretched out her hand to hold Qiu Wanxuan, "Come, sit with Gu."

Qiu Wanxuan looked at the two high-ranking tables and chairs side by side, one belonged to the Lord of the Demon Realm, and the other belonged to the Supreme Demon Realm. He didn't even have an official position in white clothes, how could he sit there?

He sneered in his heart, how indifferent was he to Bai Xuan before?After using him as a stand-in, he ignored the etiquette and asked him to sit in a high position?Are you afraid that he will become the target of public criticism now?

At this time, an elder dissuaded him, "My lord, the high position is the chief seat, which is where you and the Demon Venerable are the masters of the world, but it's not suitable for casual cultivators of the human race to sit there, right?"

As soon as this person opened his mouth, there were colleagues beside him sweating for him. This is too straightforward, that is, His Majesty the Demon Emperor has just taken office, and many people still don't understand his temper. Feeling it, he cast a contemporaneous look at that person.

Sure enough, as soon as the man finished speaking, he saw Xia Churan's eyes turn sideways, and the man froze immediately, wanting to be locked by a breath, his eyes widened and he broke out in cold sweat.

Xia Churan didn't say a word, and the scene had already turned into an ice cellar.

At this time, Yin Zhou also snorted, "Why can't Bai Xuan sit down? This deity thinks it's very suitable." After speaking, he waved to Qiu Wanxuan, "Come, be here as this deity."

Qiu Wanxuan didn't move, and her face was a little unhappy.

He only said coldly: "No need."

When everyone heard the sneering words, they all became refreshed, and they thought that Bai Xuan was so courageous, even the Lord and Mozun dared not give face, wouldn't they be afraid of being locked up in the dungeon again?After all, the young Demon Emperor is notoriously moody.

Unexpectedly, Xia Churan, who just gave his subordinates a blow, was not only not angry when he heard the words, he even curled his lower lip and asked softly, "Are you angry? Who offended you?"

Qiu Wanxuan looked straight at him, and said in her heart that seeing Brother Shenxian, her temper really improved a lot.

He was in a terrible mood.

How bad is it?It's like in a soap opera, the scumbag gives gifts to his girlfriend, but the style is the type that the scumbag Bai Yueguang likes, to the extent that he can't wait to beat the scumbag to death.

Although that white moonlight is himself.

He said calmly, looking straight at Xia Churan, "The crown is too heavy, I'm not used to it, I don't like it."

Everyone couldn't hold back their breath when they heard the words, their heads were lowered even lower, they challenged the Lord many times, they didn't show face in public, Bai Xuan was trying to die!

The eyes of the elders of the Mermaid Clan beside him were shining brightly when they saw this, and they were so complacent just after they came out of the prison, this is called being arrogant!Just wait, the Lord will definitely...

Before the words in his mind could be formed, Xia Churan said softly, "Then don't wear it."

Ok?

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Xia Churan stretched out his hand to hold Qiu Wanxuan, "Come on, I'll unload it for you."

Qiu Wanxuan was taken aback for a moment, he originally wanted to see how Xia Churan would treat the disobedient double, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to talk to.

Before he knew it, he had been brought to the table by the wrist.

He was pressed to sit down, his eyes were falling on his own reflection in the cup, he was wearing a silver crown, Xia Churan was standing behind him, next to his ears was Xia Churan's voice ordering his attendants: "Take the hair and bring it here."

There were Yao clan elders and officials in the field, and there were demon shadow guards outside the hall. Under the eyes of everyone who was about to drop their jaws in shock, His Majesty the Demon Emperor personally took off the silver hairpin that passed through Bai Xuan's head in public, and after a while, the crown was released. Loose, gently fell into Xia Churan's palm.

Wufa slanted down like flowing water.

A wisp of orchid fragrance overflowed with the hair.

The fragrance is pervasive. Xia Churan's heart moved slightly. Looking at Qiu Wanxuan's black hair from top to bottom, he reached out to touch the hair involuntarily. It slipped from his fingers as softly as ice silk, which made his heart soften. The light is much softer.

The Mozun at the side was still able to do his job well, but when he smelled the fragrance, his four fingers holding the cup suddenly clenched tightly, and his eyes dimmed a lot in an instant.

The attendant sent all kinds of headbands. Qiu Wanxuan glanced at them, and paused with his fingertips on those navy blue or black hairbands. As a sword master, he often used dark hairbands. To do the opposite, pick a bright red root.

He thought that Xia Churan would be disappointed, but when he turned his head, the other party's eyes were a little happy.

Did he read wrong?

Why did he deliberately avoid the style that Jian Zun likes, this kid is not unhappy at all, instead he looks happy, shouldn't he like the way he pretends to be Jian Zun?

Xia Churan took the hair tie and helped him tie it with her own hands.

In Xia Churan's unclear memory, there was a person who lived in Zhuyuan, who often used two very thin red ropes to coil up the green silk, and the ends of the other two ropes were submerged in the ends of the hair.That is not the memory of this life.

That person, is that you?he thought.

The intimate behavior of the two fell into the eyes of everyone, it was simply a public show of affection.

The gazes of everyone under the stairs cast their gazes over, and they almost put Qiu Wanxuan on the fire. The feeling of being condescending and surrounded by crowds made him restless, but Xia Churan made things worse. Liao bit his ear and said, "Don't be nervous."

The breath sprayed into his ears, and there was a gentle touch on his hair. Although he was uncomfortable being watched by everyone, his heart trembled inexplicably, so he turned his head involuntarily to look at Xia Churan, and he was facing a pair of gentle , can drown people's eyes.

Inexplicably, most of the breath that was stuck in his heart was dissipated in this look.

The expressions of everyone under the steps looking at him became more complicated.

Yin Zhou's face became more serious, and he said coldly with dissatisfaction: "Sit at a single table for two people, isn't it too crowded?" After speaking, he waved to the elder in charge of the banquet, pointed to the vacant seat between the two single tables and ordered: "pedestal."

The sour taste in these words rushed to his face, the elders of the Yu clan were stunned, and it was fine for the Lord to show his favor in public, why Mozun also looked at Bai Xuan with burning eyes.He looked back at the attendants he had arranged, and then at Bai Xuan. No matter how you looked at them, they were all ordinary-looking, and they couldn't compare with the beauties he had carefully selected.

What, is this one popular recently?

The attendant was stunned and looked at Xia Churan in bewilderment, but saw that the latter didn't say a word, but the air pressure around him seemed to be even lower.

There is not enough space between the two seats, and it is even more cramped after adding another seat. The three single tables are joined together. Looking from the bottom of the steps, Bai Xuan in the middle seems to be the main seat, while the honored lords on the two sides are on the contrary. Became a foil.

Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that the scene they saw just now was outrageous enough, but they didn't expect things to evolve to such a point, didn't they care about etiquette?

It is true that their Yaozu has less rules, but it is not the case!

As if this wasn't shocking enough, in the eyes of everyone, for a while, the Demon Emperor poured wine for Bai Xuan with his own hands, and for a while, the Demon Lord served Bai Xuan with vegetables.

Seeing that the dishes on her dinner plate were about to pile up into hills, Qiu Wanxuan couldn't help but frowned, and raised her eyes, Mozun smiled and handed over a piece of jujube cake with chopsticks, "Come, try this."

Before he could react, another terrifying killing aura came from behind him. He tensed up and felt a beam of gaze cross his shoulders, shooting towards Yin Zhou like an arrow. The latter's eyes were fixed and he stared back.

Qiu Wanxuan swore that he saw the fire flickering between the eyes of the two.

He has a big head.

Forget about Xia Churan, but what about Yin Zhou?Haven't you already read the life book and are convinced that Sword Master is dead?Could it be that he was also used as a substitute?

He seemed to be sitting on pins and needles, but was pulled by the people behind him, "Bai Xuan doesn't like sweets."

He turned his head and met Shang Xia Churan's gaze, the fierce and stern look disappeared the moment he saw him, and became softer.

A sparrow tongue was stuffed into his mouth unexpectedly.

He saw Xia Churan curl his lips, "Is it delicious?"

Qiu Wanxuan nodded, and at the same time said to herself, how do you know that I don't like sweets?In the Wanxiang sect, he has been bigu all the time, and later took Xia Churan, who was in the form of a young dragon, to practice within a short time. At most, he tasted some fruits for the little snake and eliminated some difficult ones.

He seemed to have never eaten in front of Xia Churan.

After thinking about it, his heart suddenly tightened.

When elder brother Shenxian took Xia Churan to stay with the common people, he lived with the children for a period of time, eating and drinking, and living together.

He suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

He couldn't... fall off the horse, right?

Hearing his inner voice, Mo Ling snickered, half to appease and half to remind: "The kid probably said it casually, or he really regarded you as a fairy brother, and even pressed you with his liking."

Qiu Wanxuan thought it made sense.

At this moment, Yin Zhou raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? What a coincidence."

what a coincidence

He was about to say, could it be that the original owner didn't like sweets?

Then I heard Yin Zhou say, "Ah Xuan doesn't like it either."

Haha.. What a coincidence.

Suddenly, I felt that I was superimposed with multiple double buffs.

He saw Xia Churan's eyes suddenly cooled down, almost condensing into ice.

After a long time, he opened his mouth coldly and said: "The deceased has passed away, and the Demon Venerable is mourning."

The author says:

Come to the Shura field first?hey hey;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!